The Fortune Heir: My Life of Instant Wealth

Chapter 3

"F*ck, are you done yet? Not letting me in is one thing, but accusing me of harassment? I've got things to do, and I can't be bothered with you. Goodbye!" Henry, now irritated, threw the documents out of the elevator before the security guards could arrive. He pried the receptionist's hand off the elevator door and pressed the close button.

"Damn it! Who was that guy? What the hell just happened?" Olivia Gray muttered angrily, covering her skirt with her hands, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"Manager Gray, that jerk said he was here to find someone, but he wouldn't say who. I didn't think he looked trustworthy, so..." The receptionist crouched down, picking up the scattered documents as she explained the situation to Olivia.

Olivia stared at the numbers on the elevator display, growing angrier with every word. She clenched her fists before the elevator, gritting her teeth. "That f*cking bastard, just wait until he comes down. I'll make sure... No, wait! He's on the 87th floor—that's Mr. Evans' office. He's not planning to harm Mr. Evans, is he?"

Noticing the elevator had stopped on the 87th floor, Olivia's expression changed. She grabbed the walkie-talkie, urging the security guards to hurry up so they could go upstairs to protect Mr. Evans and show her loyalty.

Meanwhile, Henry arrived on the 87th floor.

"The view from under that woman's skirt was so sexy. It made a man want to do something..." Even as the elevator doors opened, Henry's mind was still filled with the image of what he had just seen, causing his imagination to run wild.

"No, now's not the time to be thinking about that. I need to figure out what's going on with that money first!" Henry walked out of the elevator, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He soon realized that the entire 87th floor was designed as one large office.

The office door was open, and as Henry looked in, he saw that the space was not only incredibly spacious but also lavishly decorated, exuding a sense of high taste.

A middle-aged man in a high-end suit, with thick eyebrows and a refined appearance, was sitting at a desk, flipping through some documents.

Knock, knock. Henry knocked lightly on the door, then stepped inside.

"Mr. Wright, you're here! Please, come in and have a seat over here. I'll make some coffee for you!" The middle-aged man looked up, and upon seeing Henry, he put down the documents he was holding. Smiling, he stood up from his seat and walked over to greet Henry, his attitude exceptionally respectful.

From the man's voice, Henry recognized him as the mysterious caller from the previous night. After the man's courteous reception, Henry sat down on the sofa and got straight to the point, "I'm here now. Can you tell me what this is all about?"

The middle-aged man squatted down, pulled out some premium coffee beans, and made Henry a cup of hot coffee. Only then did he sit down across from Henry and speak in a gentle tone, "Mr. Wright, please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Michael Evans, the general manager of Majesty Group and also the agent responsible for handling inheritance matters."

He continued, "Regarding the inheritance, it's a long story. But do you recall that your grandfather had a younger brother, your grand-uncle?"

Although Henry grew up in an orphanage, he wasn't abandoned as a baby. He had lived with his family when he was young. He did have some memories of the grand-uncle Michael mentioned, having met him a few times. Each time they met, his grand-uncle would give him many gifts.

"I do remember. When I was a kid, my family said he immigrated to England and then died there in an accident," Henry said slowly, after thinking for a moment.

Michael nodded at Henry, then stood up and walked behind his desk. Right in front of Henry, he opened a hidden safe and took out several documents.

"Mr. Wright, that grand-uncle of yours was the founder of Majesty Group! Lord Wright moved to England in the early days of his business venture, dedicating himself entirely to his career, where he achieved extraordinary success and accumulated immense wealth."

"Old Mr. Wright never married and had no children, and he cut off contact with his relatives back home long ago. Because of this, all of his assets are to be inherited solely by you!" Michael said seriously as he returned to the sofa with the documents in hand.

"No way, something like this is happening to me?!" Henry's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape. He couldn't believe that a plot straight out of a TV drama was happening in real life!

Michael opened a document, spread it out in front of Henry, and began detailing the contents.

"Please take a look at this, Mr. Wright. This is the list of old Mr. Wright's assets. His one-billion deposit in Morgan Bank was transferred to your account last night. As I mentioned last night, this deposit is just a small part of the inheritance. The real treasure lies in the control of several major corporations!"

Michael added, "In addition to Majesty Group, these include various multinational corporations in Japan, South Korea, and Europe, as well as oil companies in the Middle East and mining companies in Africa..."

"Alright, stop! Just let me calm down for a moment!" Henry interrupted Michael's introduction, feeling his heart race and his breath quicken as he looked at the document filled with countless assets. He stood up from the sofa to collect himself.

Henry paced around the sofa several times to steady his nerves. After calming down, he sat back down, took a sip of coffee, and asked, "If you add up all the assets, roughly how much would that be in U.S. dollars?"

Michael glanced at the asset list and, after calculating in his head, replied, "A conservative estimate would be around three trillion."

"Pfft! Th-three trillion?!" Henry spat out his coffee all over Michael, his hand trembling uncontrollably as he held the cup.

"Yes, three trillion dollars, at the very least," Michael said, wiping the coffee off his face without much concern.

Bang! Henry was so stunned that he dropped the cup onto the floor. Three trillion! In U.S. dollars! Even if he spent a hundred million dollars a day, it would take 81 years to use it all up! That amount of money could last him a lifetime of extravagance!

"There must be some conditions to inherit such a huge fortune, right?" Henry asked, trying to steady his voice and calm his emotions.

Michael opened another document and handed it to Henry with both hands, saying solemnly, "Mr. Wright, this is the will that old Mr. Wright left behind before he passed away. As long as you agree to the conditions listed here and sign the will, all of his assets will be yours."

Hearing this, Henry took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Feeling a bit nervous, he took the document and began reading its contents.

"Huh... There's only one condition—to marry Charlotte Woods?" Henry was taken aback after reading the will. He never expected that the condition for inheriting such an enormous fortune would be something like this!